Dingty diddlety,
My mammy's maid,
She stole oranges,
I am afraid;
Some in her pocket,
Some in her sleeve,
She stole oranges,

Die not, fond man, before thy day.
Love's cold December
Will surrender
To succeeding jocund May.
And then, oh, then, sorrow shall cease;
Comforts abounding,
Cares confounding,
Shall conclude a happy peace.

" DICK , I marvel much why in every plat
Gloria Patri standeth before Sicut erat . "
" Tom, Gloria Patri is a gentleman:
In pleasant speech, speak so sweetly no tongue can.
Sicut erat is a churl, so rude and plain
That to hear him speak all degrees do disdain. "

The devilish and the dark, the dying and diseas'd,
The countless (nineteen-twentieths) low and evil, crude and savage,
The crazed, prisoners in jail, the horrible, rank, malignant,
Venom and filth, serpents, the ravenous sharks, liars, the dissolute;
(What is the part the wicked and the loathesome bear within earth's orbic scheme?)
Newts, crawling things in slime and mud, poisons,
The barren soil, the evil men, the slag and hideous rot.

The Devil was more generous than Adam,
That never laid the fault upon his madam:
But like a gallant and heroic elf
Took freely all the crime upon himself.

Deserted city, residence of Ch'en emperors,
age-old palace where southern sovereigns lived.
No garden rocks now fill the winding pool,
but stumps of ancient trees do still remain.
The audience chamber, now a Buddhist shrine:
barefoot monks glide to the gong and bell.
Nor do we know a thousand years from now
what further changes will have taken place.

Deep in a distant bay, and deeply hidden,
There is an island far away from me
Which lulls the tumbling waves to dreamy quiet;
And there steep cliffs against the water's riot
Stand up, and to their shelter ships are bidden,
Where those curved arms shut in a tranquil sea.

The decent docent doesn't doze:
He teaches standing on his toes.
His student dassn't doze — and does,
And that's what teaching is and was.

Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear;
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.

Death may be very gentle after all:
He turns his face away from arrogant knights
Who fling themselves against him in their fights;
But to the loveliest he loves to call.
And he has with him those whose ways were mild
And beautiful; and many a little child.